(Photo Credit Sunday Photo Fiction)
A bone-jarring, nerve jangling voice, so typical of airports all over the world announced that the flight to Seattle was now ready for boarding. A stream of humanity which just a few minutes ago found itself in various modes of repose now surged forward towards the boarding gates. Joanne placing a book mark, leisurely closed her book and fishing out the boarding pass from her hand bag patiently waited at the end of the serpentine line.
“For the life of me I cannot understand two things related to flying”, she had complained to Venky. “One, the mad rush to retrieve the cabin baggage, even before the flight has come to a complete halt, and two, the inexplicable rush to be the first at the boarding gates.”
“The one who reaches the boarding gates first also gets to stove his baggage first inside the aircraft. The one who stoves his baggage first also desires to retrieve it first upon landing.” That was Venky’s ambiguous clarification.
“So?” A perplexed Joanne could decipher neither head not tail out of what seemed to be an illogical gibberish by Venky.
“Nothing. Safe flight!”
Thinking about that conversation now brought a smile to Joanne’s beautiful face.
(Word Count: 200)
Written as part of Sunday Photo Fiction. Write a story of around 200 words based on the photo prompt given (above). Hosted by Susan Spaulding. For more details, visit HERE.
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